Every morning as my feet
walk its way to work
I see the world around me rise
what I see is an unreal truth
that many an eye choose not to see
I see you – lonely figure of the night
where you made your bed
in front of a window shop
I cringe at the sharp shooting pain
that stabs me in the heart
I close my eyes involuntarily
as I feel a thousand pieces break
deep despair lives
in the quick upwards flicker
of your eyes
You had dreams once
now laid to rest
amongst the shattered pieces of your life
all contained in one black plastic bag
Maybe today you will find
a helping hand
to carry you through the day
Maybe tomorrow
will bring a piece of hope
I see a warrior that keeps on trying
Adri lives in Cape Town and writes poetry as a hobby in her spare time. She likes to paint a picture with words in the hope that some of it might resonate with someone else and touch another heart.